Retail Hell
by Cici

Retail Hell

by Cici

There were times when working retail was boring as Hell. This was one of them. Some days Cam ran his ass off, ringing up sales and talking to the freaks that drifted in and out of the shop, recommending this hair dye or that bondage strap. Today all he could hear was the music over the sound system and his own breathing. Fucking boring.

Of course, who the Hell would want to be down in this airless little basement on such a fine spring day? Oh sure, everyone thought with his dyed black hair and eyeliner that he was supposed to shun the light and all that, but fuck if that wasn't what sunscreen was for. Cam liked the first few warm days of spring as well as anyone, and for the thousandth time he wondered why he'd let Tashi convince him to take the short Sunday shift. It was dead city and there were other things, and people, he could be doing.

The ding dong thing that drove him nuts pinged as the door opened, and Cam sighed. He hated to be all judge a book by its cover, but if the guy coming in the door was a serious buyer he'd eat his boots. And as fond as Cam was of his boots, he didn't think they'd be all that tasty.

Maybe a few inches taller than him, and a good bit wider, the guy had that clean cut, short hair and shiny shoes look Cam associated with either a military guy or a cop. Someone who usually wore a uniform. Not a bad looker, with dark brown hair and greenish eyes, but so not Cam's type. Probably straight as an arrow.

"Can I help you?"

The guy looked over, and looked him over, smiling a little and shaking his head. "Just looking. Nice piercing."

Took Cam a minute to figure out the guy was talking about his eyebrow. "Thanks." Something, probably the boredom, made him add, "You should see where else I'm pierced."

"Yeah?"

Oh, now. That was a look and a half, and maybe Mr. Straight Arrow wasn't so straight after all. "Yeah. A lot more interesting than an eyebrow."

"Cool."

Mr. Military drifted closer, peering at Cam's nametag. "Are you the only one here today, Cam?"

"Yeah. Sad but true. But hey, you're my first customer in an hour and a half." Man, he was really grooving on the way this guy was looking at him. Focused. You. Yeah, you. You know?

"Too bad there's no one to give you a break."

"Yeah, well, there's not. Besides, I'm not part of the merchandise."

"I've never had to pay for it in my life."

Cam hooted, liking the guy already. Anyone who could smile and be all snarky at the same time got his vote. And blunt, too. Cam liked the blunt. Good to know where you stood.

"You got a name?"

"You can call me Dell."

"Well, Dell, I close the shop at six on Sundays. If you wanted to come back then..."

Cam gave Dell his patented under the eyelashes look, and Dell took it as the invitation it was, nodding once, sharply. "I'll be here."

"Cool."

***

That Dell guy actually bought stuff. Stuff that made Cam figure Dell had a guy in every port, as it were, because there was no way all of that was for one person, but hey, who was he to judge? He wasn't exactly Mr. Monogamy himself.

Cam only hoped he would actually come back, because he would love to get himself some of that. Still, it was five to six, and there was no pressed and shined buff hunk of man on his doorstep, so he figured he was about to get stood up.

Keys jingling, Cam did one last sweep of the shop, heading for the door to lock up, and that's when he saw Dell, leaning against the low brick wall that ran along the walkway out front, smoking a cigarette. His heart kicked up a few notches, the thrill of new and different and maybe a little stupid making it thump.

He opened the door, looking left to right before asking, "You coming in?"

Dell frowned at him. "I was kinda hoping you were coming out."

"I got roommates. You got a hotel room?"

"No, I'm staying with family."

"Then you're coming in." He opened the door and Dell slid past him, all peppermint and smoke. "So are you in the Army?"

"Huh? No. The Air Force."

"Really? Cool."

"C'mere."

He only just had time to close the door before Dell grabbed him, propelling him back into the darkness of the store, all the way until his back hit the counter. His breath whooshed out as he connected, and Dell's mouth was on his, just like that, tongue pushing into his lips, one big hand completely covering the back of his skull.

Shit, the guy wasted no fucking time at all.

Torn between fighting and kissing back, Cam hesitated just long enough for Dell to get the other hand down under his butt, and he was hoisted and spread, legs automatically wrapping around Dell's hips. The kiss let up and Cam gasped, pushing at Dell's wide chest.

"Jesus. Give a guy a second to breathe. You always this caveman?"

"No. Must be something about you. Where's this other piercing?"

Damn. Those eyes were green like a stoplight, and just freaking hot, staring down at him as he rose and fell with Dell's breathing, which was a fucking odd experience.

"You're gonna hafta look."

Maybe it wasn't smart to taunt the guy, but he couldn't help it. He reached up to touch that short hair, rubbing it back and forth because no one could resist that scrubby feeling, and Dell laughed at him, leaning down for another kiss that made his head swim and his eyes water.

The sharp edge of the counter dug into his back, and Dell's heavy body pressed against his front, making Cam struggle to breathe, making him struggle, period. Dell let up right away, backing off and looking at him, and those heavy lidded eyes and swollen lips made electricity zing right up his bent spine.

"You're smooshing me, man."

"Sorry. Make me hot."

"No shit."

He grinned, patting the huge damned muscles under his hands. "Let me down. We can lose the clothes." The request was mostly selfish; he wanted to see that Air Force body.

Dell let him slide to the floor, reaching up to touch his face, thumb brushing over his pierced brow. Cam grinned.

"You like that, huh?"

"Told you I did."

"Then you'll love the rest." He moved out of Dell's reach, dodging those grabby hands, and started shucking clothes, shirt first, then boots and jeans. "You aren't getting naked."

"I'm watching."

Wow, did that guy have a voice. He hadn't noticed it before, but now it was like Dell's voice was deeper, rougher, and it made goosebumps pop up on Cam's skin, made his nipples stand out.

"Oh. 'Kay."

"Not your nipples. So I have high hopes, Cam. Show me the rest."

"Pushy." But he wasn't complaining, not really. Not with those eyes following his every move, and Dell's hands clenching and unclenching. Cam stripped off his black boxer briefs, his cock making itself known in a showy, bouncy way that made him reach instinctively to push it down.

Apparently, that was like the last straw for Dell, because the man moved so quick he barely had time to blink, grabbing both of Cam's hands in one of his and pulling them up over Cam's head, the other hand coming down to hold Cam's cock for a thorough examination.

"Not here, either."

The world spun crazily, and Cam was suddenly face down across the glass of the counter, Dell behind him kicking his legs apart and lifting him up with a hand on one hip. The roughest, happiest moan he'd ever heard from a man echoed down his spine after that, Dell's breath hot on his neck.

"Oh, fuck. There it is."

Cam smiled, cheek hot against the cold glass. Yeah, there it was, right there on his perineum, a little capture bead ring that had started out as a barbell and given him no amount of Hell while it was healing. Now, though? It rocked his world, and possibly Dell's too, the way it sounded.

"It's called a guiche."

"It's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

The man put his money where his mouth was, or maybe his mouth where the money shot was, kneeling and putting his lips right over the little ring, making Cam shout and squirm. God. Yeah. That felt amazing. Just fucking amazing.

He just lost track of everything. Time, where he was, even who he was with, his whole world narrowing down to that mouth, and the heavy hands that pried him open. Cam was spread, vulnerable, naked as the day he was born, and Dell still had his clothes on, had all of the control, and it was fucking hot, so hot that he was going to come soon, and when Dell tugged the little ring with his teeth Cam wailed, hips pumping as he shot all over the glass display.

Cam leaned, panting, white static dancing behind his eyes, and felt Dell stand, heard clothes rustle, but no way could he even move.

"Gonna fuck you now, Cam. Have to."

"Fuck. Wait..."

"Can't."

Slick, thick fingers pushed into him, two of them, and Cam melted around them, moaning loud and long. He should be fighting, arguing, because no one stuck it in him without covering it up, but this guy just overrode his good sense, lifting him, stretching him. He got it out, though, even if it was a croak.

"Condom, asshole."

A third finger slid inside him, finding his gland and pegging it, arching him up like a cat.

"Got it. I play safe."

"Oh. Good. Fuck me, then."

"You got it."

Oh. Oh, fuck, oh God. That cock. He hadn't even gotten to see it, hadn't seen his fill of Dell's body at all, but that cock was thick and heavy and opened him wide. Dell's pelvis met his ass, lifting his hips, sending him up on his tiptoes, hands scrabbling against the glass, now slick with his sweat. Cam's cock rose again, twitching madly, and his belly was on fire with it, just feeling everything.

"Please."

"Yes." Dell grabbed his hair and turned him for a kiss, hotter than anything, deep and hard, fucking him like a madman. All of his previous encounters seemed amateurish next to this. Dell fucked like a machine. Like Cam was a target and Dell was a bomb. It made his head want to explode and his cock ready to explode again too, just from the in and out, from the stiff curls rubbing against his ass, from the hand that found his cock and pulled.

They moved together, making the glass beneath Cam creak ominously, his breath steaming up little clouds, his cheek wiping them away. Cam could hardly keep up, finally just let himself go, rocking and rocking, impaled on that thick prick, loving every inch, every moment.

"Gotta come. Soon."

It was a grunt, feral and hard, so damned Neanderthal that Cam would have laughed if he had breath, and sure enough, Dell was pumping and pulling, cock swelling to inhuman proportions inside Cam, and Cam figured that screaming? Was him as he came for the second time in what had to be a record of recovery time and all.

Fuck.

He was melted.

"Oh. Damn."

"I guess you liked it huh?" Can grinned, knowing it was going to take a hellacious amount of Windex to clean the glass, not caring a bit.

"Hell yes. Gimme a minute, I'll show you again."

He would just bet Dell could do that. He couldn't wait. "Don't suppose you have any piercings."

A soft laugh stirred the hair on the back of his neck. "Nope. Not regulation. Got a tattoo, though. I think you'll like it."

Cam shivered, just thinking about where it might be making him twitch. Again.

"Cool."

Sometimes working on Sundays was fucking boring. And sometimes? Cam figured you got lucky.